Revenge, and A Little Bit More

Chapter Eight: Certainly Uncertain

After dinner Lilith went upstairs to bed, her thoughts never leaving the Lady. She got into bed and stared into the ceiling. Outside she could hear Lady Dimitrescu's heels clicking, briefly stopping outside her room, before heading into the main bedroom. Lady Dimitrescu went to her vanity and removed her makeup, as per her usual routine. She got undressed and climbed into bed, wrapping the blankets around her body. Someone knocked on the door, and she told them to enter. An hour or two passed and she fell asleep, her thoughts never left Lilith. She could sense that Lady Dimitrescu fell asleep, as she could feel her calmness radiating from her room. 'Should I visit her dreams again? Shit. No. She'll know it's me, and then I'm dead. But then again.' she thought to herself, unable to fall asleep. She silently got out of bed and sneaked into the main bedroom, stopping at the door to make sure that Lady Dimitrescu was really asleep. Once she's certain, Lilith walked over and stood next to the massive bed. 'Lilith, you fucking creep. If she wakes now, you are dead. Here goes nothing...' she thought to herself. She placed her hand softly on the Lady's arm, and closed her eyes. She walked into her dream on all fours, her black fur on her back standing up immediately. The wolf looked around, seeing that she's in her own bedroom again. Confused, the wolf thought that she didn't actually walk into a dream. Something was different though, her usually messy room was now neat, candles giving the room a calming atmosphere. She was about to leave the bedroom, when she suddenly heard it. Faint at first, the sounds were slowly getting louder. She looked over at her four poster bed and froze, feeling she was about to have a heart attack. Her heart rate increased dramatically, as she felt a new, warm feeling in her stomach. She saw herself, a dream version of herself, standing at the edge of the bed, looking at someone on the bed. Lilith gulped, now not sure what to do. On her bed lay Lady Dimitrescu, completely naked. 'What the fuck? Move you idiot! Lilith!! Move!' she screamed to herself trying to get her feet to move. She couldn't help but watch as Lady Dimitrescu's hands ran down her body, first massaging her breasts, before finally reaching her wet core. She slowly slipped her fingers through her folds, moaning softly. Lilith closed her eyes, still unable to move. Lady Dimitrescu's moans got louder as she slid her fingers inside herself, slowly thrusting them in and out.
"Look at me." the Lady whispered through moans. As Lilith opened her eyes, the dream version of herself disappeared, and she was standing at the edge of the bed. Another unknown feeling surprised Lilith, a warm feeling between her legs. She looked directly into her eyes as her back arched as she came closer to her orgasm. Lilith was feeling all of these things for the first time. She's never experienced something like this before. She seriously panicked, and just as Lady Dimitrescu was about to come, the dream was ripped away from Lilith, as she snapped back into reality, leaving her dizzy. For the first time in her life, Lilith knew, she was about to die. Her emotions heightened, as her breathing became irregular. She gulped, her throat dryer than a desert, looking at Lady Dimitrescu. Her eyes were open, as she stared back, wide awake.

Lady Dimitrescu had an unreadable expression on her face, looking up at Lilith from her pillow. She was sleeping on her side, her one arm under her head, the other under her chin. It was almost as if she hasn't realized what was happening. Lilith was frozen, not sure if she should run, trying to keep down a panicked laugh. Lady Dimitrescu's eyes slowly grew wider, finally coming to realization.
"I'm going to kill you." she whispered, grabbing Lilith. The witch yelled, her panic and hysteria setting in, she laughed nervously as she bolted for the door. She heard the Lady growl as her claws ripped Lilith's dress at the back, causing it to start slipping off.
"I'm sorry!!" she screamed, clutching her dress as she ran. She heard the Lady's loud footsteps right behind her.
"How dare you?! My thoughts and my dreams are fucking private!!" she screamed, chasing after Lilith towards the library. Lilith ran as fast as her legs could carry her, and she didn't stop. Not out of fear, but she didn't want to hurt Lady Dimitrescu. She burst through the doors of the library, her eyes frantically searching for an exit. Lady Dimitrescu stopped running, and calmly walked towards the library, knowing that there's no way Lilith could exit. Lilith started panicking even more, seeing no exit. She laughed a high pitched laugh, spotting the spiral staircase going up to the second floor of the library. She noticed that Lady Dimitrescu wasn't in there yet, so she tried to hide on the second floor. Everyone in the castle was asleep, so it was quite dark up there.
"Come out, little witch." Lady Dimitrescu called tauntingly, looking around the dark library. She tilted her head slightly, listening. She smiled menacingly, hearing Lilith's frantic heartbeat upstairs. Lilith was sitting on the floor, covering her mouth with both her hands in an attempt to muffle her breathing. She watched in horror as Lady Dimitrescu lit candles in a candle holder, the soft orange glow of the light slowly making its way up the stairs.
"There you are, little witch." she growled, placing the candle holder on a nearby table. Lilith was completely frozen, the feeling between her legs only growing. Lady Dimitrescu was wearing a black lace night dress, walking barefoot. She walked towards Lilith, extending her claws, ready to strike. Lilith jumped up, holding her hands up defensively, completely forgetting about her ripped dress. Just as Lady Dimitrescu was about to strike, her dress fell to the floor, pooling on the floor around her bare feet. She closed her eyes, waiting for the claws to impale her, but death never came.